When Mihael shouted like that, Rowell asked:

“Huh? Do you actually know that swordsmanship?”

Even as she asked, Rowell turned her eyes away from Mihael and back toward Seong and the Lord of Despair.

In Seong’s sword strikes, starlight poured forth like a galaxy, with darkness and stars blending together to form mysterious techniques. The Lord of Despair, no longer able to simply convert those strikes into despair, lifted his spear to block them directly.

Starlight streamed in rapid succession like a meteor shower, pressing down on the Lord of Despair. But he responded with spear techniques infused with despair, meeting every galaxy-like thrust head-on.

The Lord of Despair displayed extremely advanced spear mastery, matching Seong’s swordsmanship with skill of his own.

It was a battle so unbelievable that the word itself felt insufficient.

Mihael watched with eyes carrying a hint of certainty. He swallowed once, then answered Rowell.

“No. I was mistaken.”

Under normal circumstances, the viewers would have immediately interrogated him, demanding to know what he was hiding.

But now was not the time.

Any second spent typing meant missing part of Seong’s fight.

Sword techniques poured forth elegantly, rushing toward the Lord of Despair.

But using the long reach of the spear—the spearhead, the shaft, even the opposite end of the pole—the Lord of Despair blocked Seong’s sword from countless angles.

Though both were fighting in midair, they moved as freely as though fighting on solid ground—no, far more intricately than that.

Attack, rebound, accelerate off empty air, thrust, block, counter. Hundreds of exchanges taking place in just a few seconds.

Anyone who looked away even for an instant would miss an enormous amount.

The viewers knew it, and so did Mihael. No one said anything more.

All they could do was watch.

“Remarkable.”

Should one call it the Spear of Despair?

It truly lived up to its name—despair, in spear form.

The way it stained and dominated the surrounding space was astonishing.

But Seong was not inferior.

Galaxy Sword Dance created a field of darkness and starlight, shattering despair and pressing the Lord of Despair back.

Seong could feel the Lord of Despair growing uneasy.

No matter how skilled the spearwork, it could not compare to the memories of Hero Hindel and the countless schools of swordsmanship Seong had absorbed.

If Seong had been slightly pushed back in ranged combat, in close quarters the situation was entirely reversed.

“So this is because you’re the Overlord.”

When Seong released more of his power, the Lord of Despair frowned and muttered to himself. Then, as if deciding he could not continue like this, he thrust his spear.

The despair shooting toward Seong rapidly transformed into a massive hand. Seong swung Galaxy Sword Dance.

He activated one of its forms: the Meteor Tail.

A long, trailing sword strike like the tail of a falling star carved through the air, splitting the massive hand of despair cleanly.

A burning streak remained in the air like a meteor’s path. Seong fixed his gaze on the Lord of Despair.

The Lord of Despair retreated far back, raising his spear again as despair began to gather beside him.

He had shifted into the long-range zone where he held the advantage.

Seong immediately moved after him.

When Seong activated Galaxy Sword Dance’s movement technique, radiant light wrapped around him, and he shot forward like the long blue tail of a comet.

His speed increased to an overwhelming level. But the Lord of Despair, now at range, summoned a despair giant.

Calling it “giant” was insufficient—its size reached at least several hundred meters. It swung a massive arm toward Seong.

The very embodiment of despair.

Even the fist alone exceeded one hundred meters. Seong stared for a breath, then swung his sword.

From the hundred-meter fist to halfway up the arm, the giant’s limb was cut by Seong's strike.

But the Lord of Despair did not care. He dissolved the remaining body of the giant and reclaimed the despair, launching it toward Seong once more.

Despair took on form again and surged toward him.

Seong gripped a sword infused with darkness, Galaxy Sword Dance, and everything else he commanded. His eyes shone.

Then, leading with the Authority of Destruction, he activated one of the ultimate techniques of Galaxy Sword Dance.

A technique once attempted by Hindel but blocked.

A technique with destructive power comparable to the ultimate arts of Galaxy Sword Dance—not merely the collapse of a star, but the collapse of an entire galaxy.

As despair more massive than the despair giant ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) rushed toward Seong, he used a sword art that brought annihilation upon everything.

"Galaxy Sword Dance — Ultimate Technique: Galaxy Collapse."

The sword strike, filled with energy capable of erasing an entire universe, distorted space. It collided with the Lord of Despair’s attack, and as if unreal, a massive void opened in the center.

A giant hole pierced through space—a dark void that absorbed despair and starlight alike, pulling everything inward with annihilating force.

A power on a different level from any previous Galaxy Collapse.

Seong’s new secret art, created only by combining destruction, darkness, abyss, undead, and finally Galaxy Collapse.

Overlord Secret Art: Black Hole.

A transcendental gravitational force erupted. A cosmic black pit that devoured everything appeared.

The viewers, Mihael, the backup team—no one could make even the slightest sound.

Its overwhelming presence left everyone speechless. No one typed a single message in the chat.

Not a single viewer among nearly three hundred million.

It was a phenomenon worthy of a world record—yet completely understandable.

A black hole, capable of swallowing time and light, had appeared.

As the devouring force pulled everything in, Seong’s mana—once like an ocean—drained rapidly as he held the technique, trying to absorb the Lord of Despair.

The Lord of Despair turned pale.

He wanted to look toward Seong, shocked by such a technique, but he had no room to spare.

A black hole that consumed everything could not be resisted easily.

It drew him in faster than Seong’s mana was draining.

The Lord of Despair used despair desperately to resist the force.

But the black hole consumed even the aura of despair.

Everything entering it became nothing.

He continued trying to block it, but Seong—outside the reach of his own gravitational pull—began to move.

The Lord of Despair tried to stop him.

But every trace of despair he created was absorbed instantly.

Ironically, he found himself in a truly despairing situation.

But he did not panic.

“It won’t last long.”

He believed Seong could not maintain such power.

Which meant Seong would come in person to finish him.

Believing that, the Lord of Despair held on only to defend against Seong’s final attack.

He was slowly being dragged toward the black hole, but he anchored himself to space, resisting as best he could.

And then Seong appeared.

He flew forward with a long, blue comet tail behind him. Thinking the moment had finally arrived, the Lord of Despair anchored himself with one hand and raised his spear with the other, determined to block Seong no matter what.

At the instant he prepared to block—

Seong’s form shimmered and vanished like a mirage.

The Lord of Despair turned in disbelief.

Seong was behind him.

He had used the Masked Lord’s power to create a perfect double.

Only after finally recognizing Seong’s true position did the Lord of Despair see Seong’s blade at his neck.

From the Abyss Lord, to the Lord of Destruction, and now to the Lord of Despair—

To kill them, one had to drain their energy or prevent all recovery.

And that moment was now.

As all despair was being pulled into the black hole, Seong’s Galaxy Sword Dance traced a Milky Way across the air. When the blade touched the Lord of Despair’s neck, he could not defend at all.

His neck was offered up helplessly.

A clean cut followed.

A death far too anticlimactic for the Lord of Despair.

But neither Mihael nor the viewers thought it anticlimactic.

“What the hell!?!?”

“Wooooah!!!”

“HUH!?”

“Wow.”

“Holy...”

“As expected...”

Without the black hole, even decapitation would have allowed him to regenerate.

Naturally, Seong had calculated everything, attacking only once recovery was impossible.

The moment the Lord of Despair’s head fell, the black hole vanished as though it had never existed.

Seong picked up the Lord of Despair’s severed head and held it toward the camera as if declaring victory.

The viewers reacted wildly.

“What did I just watch???”

“He made a black hole so the lord couldn’t recover and then slipped behind him to cut his neck!?”

“How do you even make a black hole???”

“Exactly, what??”

“That was insane.”

“That was seriously unbelievable.”

“He’s too strong...”

“He’s basically single-ranker level now.” 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

As the chat burned with excitement—

Seong suddenly disappeared.

Just as everyone wondered what was happening—

A system message appeared.

“A reward is granted for defeating all Lords.”